Fenris was just in the bathroom, using the toilet as any person would. When he heard a strange sound, he didn’t think much of it; only assumed it to be the snowstorm outside. Until after he flushed and proceeded to wash his hands, when he heard something open from his room. After a quick rinse, Fenris barged out the bathroom to his room, where he found his mate out of bed, in the balcony.“CHRISTEN!”He ran as fast as he could to her, reaching a hand out to grab her, pull her away from the ledge, only to come short, as Christen jumped, falling to the ground below."Christen!" he cried out once more, just as the wind blew stronger. He wanted to jump down after her, but chose against it. For one thing, he could accidentally land on her. Worse, frighten her once he lands unscathed from the high jump, or recover fast from it.‘I don’t want to scare her,’ he thought, turning away from the ledge, and froze. ‘I don’t want to scare her… But I also don’t want to lose her!’ At that thought, he

Fenris was not having a good time. Not one bit. He was starting to feel a bit cold from the snowstorm. And if he was feeling cold, there was no doubt that Christen was. To save her from the cold, he had to find her, and fast.As much as he would like to do that, though, the mate bond- the one thing that was supposed to lead him to her the moment he wanted to find her- was not working as it should have. And his father’s suggested reason for it was really putting him in a sour mood.‘Are you trying to start something?’ he questioned with a growl.‘It’s called a possibility,’ Finral corrected, well aware of the ire his son was feeling. ‘Look, Fenris. I know it may not be what you want to hear, but it is still something you need to consider. Especially, given the multiple scents on her.’Fenris gritted his teeth when he pointed that out, knowing full well how true that may be. Still, he did not want to consider the thought. At least not until he hears the full story from Christen. 'Any ot

Hotel Nightly. The very hotel Fenris met Christen that should've been in the human world. In no way should it have any connection in the werewolf world. Much less to some newly-made cabin in the middle of the woods. And yet... here he is. In the very same building.‘No, wait. Something’s not right here,' Fenris thought on suspicion. He took in a breath, and strangely smelled nothing. Not the smell of wood, of the paint, nothing. Above all, it was far too quiet in here. 'This is Hotel Nightly, right? Why do I feel something off about this place?'He proceeded to walk down the halls, looking around for anything that could close him in on what was going on."AAAAHHHHHHH!!" Until he heard that scream. From a voice he knew too well."Christen!" He ran as fast as he could to the source of the scream, worried about his beloved. The scream practically echoed in the halls, making it quite difficult for him to locate the right door.He closed his eyes, focused in on the screams, pushing down th

When Christen woke, the first thing she noticed was the warm blanket wrapped around her body. Rather, the simple fact that she was still alive.‘I'm... not dead, again,’ she thought, looking at her hand. ‘Again, somehow, someway, I was saved. Again, god delays my death. And for what?' Tears formed in her eyes at the question, heart consumed in depression as she turned to her side, her hand lowered to the floor by her. ‘Is it really that amusing, god? Is it really that fun to watch me suffer day after day? Feed me whatever happy lies you can feed me, and then rip them all away with the most horrible of truths? I already fell in love- twice- and even had a child I loved and raised with all my heart… There is only so much more I can bear…' The tears escaped her eyes, trailed down the bridge of her nose, down her temple, and dropped to the floor. ‘Why? Why can’t I at least choose where or when I die?’Birds chirping reached her ears. Christen, wiping the tears away from her eyes, looked u

With the soup consumed, things were quiet between Christen and Fenris. While the former sat by the fire, the latter was washing up the pot and bowls. Christen offered to do it for him, in return for the soup, but Fenris declined the help. Told her to just stay by the fire where it was warm.It was not that he did not think she was incapable of washing. Not when Fenris heard from her of her life before meeting Damien. How she often slaved her life away serving her family, and spent her ‘married life’ watching over her new home alone, without her husband’s assistance, or that of any other servant or hired help. All the cleaning and cooking she had done was all done by her and her alone. Even if Christen did not think so, Fenris could see that she would make an excellent housewife. In fact, she was one. Her husband, on the other hand, clearly did not see how great she was as a person. Her family were even more so, for them to treat her as one would a slave in their world. Not even Alphas